The mat waits. And waits. And can wait some more.
The mat sits.
Unconditionally welcoming; at any moment of any day, accepting me- the mat calls
Inviting me over, fully prepared to meet me at my level.
No sapping of energy.
Only holding space.
Only cradling me, anytime I’m ready.
When-O-When will I be ready? Not for a visit, but to rekindle our relationship?
Holding accountability with a morning commitment to wake up. An intention to move about.
An energy upheaval to help rewrite the script as we close out 2018. A nighttime promise to restore.
Collecting dust… the mat calls.
The risk of not returning?
Life and Death.
It is time. Breathing and coming back to center, I return to the mat.
In the stillness, I can hear again.
Quietly centered, fiercely gentle, presently silent.
I am home again.